“None of us are truly good,” the vicar said, at last. He put a hand on her shoulder, so gently, so kindly, and she almost threw up on the spot. “All we can do is live by the light we are given.” “Some of us don’t have any light,” Devon said. “How are we supposed to live, then?” DarkFantasyDevonBook Eaters Book:The Book Eaters Source: The Book Eaters